The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

Qin Yan's past six years have been mediocre in the eyes of others.

In the first year, she often suffered from insomnia, and she always asked herself whether this evasion was completely correct.

On Midsummer Night that year, she was lucky enough to find the answer.

Empty streets, dim yellow lanterns cast shadows on lonely bodies.

The moths danced around the light and hit the hard and hot light bulb with their bodies. They didn't necessarily need the temperature, but just regarded the light as moonlight, which inspired their instinctive heart to return home.

In the vast and dark night where the moonlight has never drifted away, this moonlight, like the moonlight, gives the lost creatures a wrong "celestial navigation".

The world has changed, and it is a mistake to regard Jinxi as Ah Xi from thousands of years ago, and so are others.

Qin Yan understands what she is chasing after, Jinxi or others, not the moonlight she hit a thousand years ago.

She loved them thousands of years ago, and she couldn't force her love just because she was reincarnated and had memories of the past.

Why should the pain of the previous life be poured into this life.

They have their own beautiful lives, and when an external force crashes into their normal trajectory, what comes out of the collision is most likely not a dazzling spark.

If you have made the right choice, and you suddenly encounter the love-hate entanglement thousands of years ago, whether you should give up the present or forget the past will be all kinds of pain and reluctance.

Qin Yan didn't want to put multiple choice questions in front of them and put them in a dilemma.

But I am not a boatman who sees through the world of mortals, nor a Bodhisattva who has obtained the Tao.

She just wants to find some shadows of her former lover from this wrong 'celestial navigation'.

She misses them so much...

So, Qin Yan chased her from afar, but never approached.

In the midsummer of the first year, she buried the crystal ball given to her by Yunyu under the root of a big tree on Wangchen Mountain.

……

Qin Yan never misses every concert of Jingxi, whether it is at home or abroad.

She will not buy the first row of seats, and get in close contact with her lover. In the middle of the vast crowd, she will give that person the warmest and sincere applause.

Whenever the performance was over, Jing Xi on the stage showed joy, and Qin Yan couldn't stop crying when she looked at that little person.

Axi has finally grown into an independent and free woman.

She is full of temperament, admired by others, not clinging to, not relying on, relying on her hard work and talent in this new era to gain a firm foothold.

This is a long-cherished wish thousands of years ago, and it will be realized after this millennium.

When the concert is over, Qin Yan will send a bouquet of lily of the valley to the backstage, and then leave with the crowd.

Among the countless copies of lilies of the valley, her bunch was never signed, without any words, just a bunch of pure white fragrance.

This love that keeps a certain distance is mixed with a little sadness and helplessness.

However, the balance can never be broken, and I can never love myself.

Some people obviously appear in your world, and you are decorated with her overwhelming commercials and TV moments, and you can only bury your love in your heart.

Qin Yan never chased Ren Shiqing from city to city.

A beautiful woman should be arrogant and bright, and her poetic feelings will always be the red rose in Aphrodite's arms, bearing love from all over the world and being pitied by the world of mortals.

Once, Qin Yan fell ill, and there was a community hospital not far from her home, but she deliberately took a long detour to go to the provincial hospital.

One of them is Murong Anran's department.

The rapid heartbeat became a reasonable reason.

When the slightly cool stethoscope was attached to the chest, the cold wind and snow on Kunyu's spine, and the crazy lingering of sweat in the wind and snow, overwhelming the body, crushing the body.

The Liuliwu, the transparent love nest that was covered with scorching breath and foggy, has become a persistent focus of heart trembling.

Qin Yan was lying on the bed, the instrument was tied to the relevant part, and it was inevitable that Murong Anran looked at her completely.

Shame, great shame.

The face and neck did not live up to expectations, and they were instantly red.

Murong Anran had the heart of a doctor, or she was not surprised, her eyes did not linger on the towering white tender place.

She drew the curtain and stood quietly outside the curtain.

After passing the test, Qin Yan almost fled in despair.

She restrained not only the rebellion of her body, but also the betrayal of her eyes, and all functions pulled her soul and body|body in a desperate way.

I can't stay any longer, and I can't meet again!

With tears all over her face, she rushed out of the hospital and into the heavy rain.

The bone-piercing cold, the cold that invades the muscles, extinguishes all fantasies and greed | desires.

Walking in the late autumn rain, no one could see her torrential tears.

For thousands of years, the destiny has not tolerated the reincarnation of some people, and it is gloomy. Feng Yan is destined to be a dragon and a phoenix among people.

Qin Yan also met each other once.

It is a summer night.

On Saturday night, Qin Yan and her friends had a drink at a famous restaurant in the city.

The five people joined hands and sang loudly on the main road.

The crowd booed Qin Yan to perform two dances. Due to the effect of alcohol, she put aside her shame, took off her high heels, and danced drunkenly with her skirt in her hand at the intersection of red lights.

The whole process lasted for 2 minutes. During these 2 minutes, she didn't notice that someone in the luxury car at the intersection was staring at her and watched the whole process.

Afterwards, her bad friends complained one after another, why the person sitting in the luxury car was not the handsome boss, but the well-known female president of the Feng Group.

One day, Qin Yan received a bouquet of flowers with some apologetic words written on it. It turned out that someone used her relationship to find out her address and name through surveillance.

Feng Yan said, it's hard to talk about eye margins...

She wants to be friends with her.

Qin Yan was sleepless all night with flowers and notes in her arms.

When the sun rises in the sky, the flowers are carefully inserted into the vases, and the notes are carefully collected.

Since then, without contact, no one will have the difficulty of continuing to write.

……

On New Year's Eve of the previous year, Qin Yan met Xu Xicong.

That day, it was snowing heavily.

Xu Xicong was walking towards him, wearing a white down jacket and a red scarf. Her thin dimple was white and delicate, and the mole at the end of her phoenix eyes was still just right. She carried a classic briefcase on her shoulder and held a bouquet of white calla lilies in her arms. In the narrow alley, Discussing work intensely with colleagues.

Xu Xicong's gaze did not fall forward, and she walked with wind, even a little domineering.

Qin Yan had visually measured the distance between them, and wanted to get close to them selfishly.

Because this is the only chance for the rest of my life.

A puddle, Xu Xicong suddenly made a detour and bumped into someone.

Qin Yan staggered and almost slipped and fell.

Xu Xicong had quick eyes and quick hands, and pulled him back.

The four eyes met, and no one could guess the frequency of the other's heartbeat.

Qin Yan tried her best to restrain her expression, not to let the huge waves in her heart show on her face, she held Xu Xicong's wrist, shaking like a captured prisoner.

The strong wind brought heavy snow like goose feathers, Xu Xicong's cold eyes flickered with surprise.

The short-term entanglement of eyes was interrupted.

A man politely helped Xu Xicong and pulled him away.

Qin Yan raised her face and shed tears in the snowstorm.

She is not in extreme pain, but in endless joy.

This is the best New Years gift in years.

……

Bang!

……

It's a machine hitting a person, which is uniquely dull.

Vision blurred, the sky crumbled, and blood spewed out uncontrollably.

Just like that year, falling from a high platform.

The violent wind enveloped the person, the blue hair flew high, the body drew unsightly lines in the air, and then landed heavily, the concrete floor made the sound of bones shattering and breaking.

People who were torn apart by the wind and pain had expected this day.

She simply gave up any struggle.

Because the best attribution has been put into the gears of fate.

Blood gushes out from the mouth, they are desperately escaping from this abandoned body, they want to disperse in the air, seep into the floor, get into the roots of plants, and bloom blood-red flowers for people to pick and give thanks... ...that counts, to be free.

Blurred vision, a white dove across the blue sky, under the wings is the wind of the sky, the wind took it away, without knowing the future, let its wings set off a butterfly effect.

Beyond the blue sky, there will be an echo.

The bell of the mountain temple in the distance is loud and loud. I don't know who is beating it with all its strength without hesitation.

You can hope that the eyes of the golden Buddha are merciful, and you can see the Dharma|Wang Puji in the sea.The common eyes of the world can see the eight sufferings of life, but they have never seen their tears flow.

The eyes of the sky are closed, but the root of wisdom between you and me still exists.

The eyes are often illusory, idealistic, and sent to the ears.

For example, listen carefully.

The bells ringing round after round are the solemn Buddha ripples blooming from the gods and Buddhas in the world.

……

Among the swarms, countless people stood on the periphery, telling those lying in the pool of blood to persevere.

There was only one little girl, who put her hands on the ground regardless of obstacles, leaned her face against her childish face, and asked innocently, "Do you have a wish?"

A very small, very weak sound came.

The little girl put her ear to her bloody lips.

She didn't hear the wish, but was lucky to hear a word.

"I love them...every one."

The sounds of ambulances and sirens pierced through the dusk of early summer.

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving dark red blood all over the ground.

In the operating room, everything is being executed intensely and orderly.

The doctor who performed the operation was a top academician, and several assistants were also experienced and experienced doctoral supervisors.

A huge cut was made in the skin, and the thin layer of fat was slowly peeled away. A layer of blood film was gently torn, exposing the internal organs that were still warm, contracted by cold and heat, and dark red blood tendons. beat.

The expensive instrument glowed with a faint blue light and made a ticking sound.

Besides, the surrounding area is too quiet.

In fact, in a quiet space, it is not without sound.

There was the creaking sound of flesh being sliced ​​open by sharp knives, and the squeaking sound of countless blood vessels being cut by scissors.

The scalpel cuts one after another, and the scissors cuts one after another.

soon……

A pair of corneas, removed.

A lobe of liver, removed.

A pair of kidneys, removed.

A heart was taken out.

All the medical staff stood in front of the operating table and bowed deeply three times to the organ donor.